The Truth About You
You’re not the perfect one for me.
You’re the rightest one.
And no, I don’t mean that in the very sense of the word
I’m talking about how you fit with me just fine with your imperfection
I’m talking about the hesitation in your chuckle
It speaks volume of your uncertainties, as if loving me will bruise you, like a brick to the head
I’m talking of your eyes, the sheer force of the whirlpool they cause when you stare
It reins me in, deep, into the abyss of the overwhelming compassion they hold
I’m talking about your hands
Of the longing they speak with and the attention they sway me with
That yanks back my being every time I want to walk away
I’m talking about your finger tips
I bite my tongue and lick them when they smoother me with sweet batters of trust
And your lips? They never whisper empty nothings when I need them
You don’t love fiercely and intensely
You burn with it
You leave scars and imprints etched around my heart
You thrust deep into my cores with your quirks
You’ve made my body your museum just so you alone can fit into it
Just you, no one else
You flow like dark waters under the moonlight
Twinkling and shimmering with the afterglow of your thoughts for me
You’re like glowing embers, fanned by the heats of certainty
You’re like water, slipping through fingers but solid enough to keep me afloat
You’re abstract paintings of raw primal passion,
Of marks of approval after a long hard heated session of sensual art
Each stroke full and deep with the occasional flick of the brush along the edges
Filling me with streaks of coloured light and the odd shade of gray
Two different beings but together, we create a masterpiece
A work of art across the dark canvas of a sweaty nights spent gasping
You probably aren’t the perfect one
Or the rightest one for that matter
You’re simply The One
Written by Vhar
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2 Comments
BRYAN PETERS
December 27, 08:08Awwwnnnn so sweet ???
Nice one Vhar
Dammy
December 27, 23:59Lovely!